Starting new things is daunting. Looking at a blank canvas, an empty screen, or a clean notebook is frightening. I hate the thought that my first words, doodles or lines might be failures. At times its a paralyzing fear. I fear looking silly, but not being silly. I know I’m good at that. Why not wait just another day to start the illustration? Why not have another cup of coffee before working on the next chapter. Sure no big problem.

The problem happens when the putting off becomes so much easier that you don’t even feel the twinge of guilt. Hey there is TV to watch, games to play, sleep to have. I vacillate between not sleeping because I’m working on something and not sleeping because I’m thinking about something. Which gets back to starting.
It gets easier to start the more you do it. Same as it gets easier to do many things once you get on with it. The more you work at it the easier it becomes. Why post this story? Someone might see it down the road and find me less than suitable for hire. Because hey this guy has trouble starting.

Except you’re reading something I started, a conversation. Most times I close my eyes and push forward, putting anything down until I’m left with a dirty page, and then I have to clean it up with proper prose. I still feel the need to mention the trouble, because it might strike a cord with someone somewhere else. If you have trouble starting, try nonsense. A little nonsense now and then always sets me right. Start with nonsense, then organize.


How do you get started?

Don’t Hate Mondays!


I’m tired of people spouting off about Monday. No more, I hate Monday’s. Or if someone has a touch of the late 90’s ironic. “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays…” But lets think about this does it make any sense to “Hate” Mondays? I Say no. And I can hopefully show you why its a bit ridiculous to waste that time… With MATH

You spend on average 8 hours a day sleeping. Which equates to roughly 33% of your life
So 66% of your life is spent awake.
Now 1/7 of that time or 14.2% is spent taking place on a Monday.
14.2 percent taken from the 66% awake time is left with 56% of your waking non Monday life left to live.

We aren’t even going to touch other days people don’t look forward to here. You are now left with half of your life, roughly, that you are writing off by default. Wouldn’t it make sense to give Monday a chance and push the percentage just a bit higher? I mean come on Monday is why they invented coffee.

This whole equation also shows why I don’t sleep 8 hours. I prefer 4 or 5. So that means I only sleep 20% of my life. Cuts down on the non useful time quite a bit.

So on average I work / enjoy and LIVE 13 % MORE than all you sleepy heads!

A twinkie problem

The nation is full of fat people, and yet we are worried about companies that produce unhealthy food, with no real redeeming benefits. Look I would hate to see good honest people loosing their jobs. I don’t think anyone would get up on a soapbox and push that notion forward. It is a private business and I do feel bad about a piece of history, albeit a less than tasty piece, fall out of favor. Tastykakes, are always better. Made with real food too

There are stories circulating about management vs the workers and trying to demonize both sides. But the real problem is we have a twinkie problem, and a burger king problem, and a pizza hut problem. A Twinkie going the way of the dodo isn’t too bad a thing when you think about it. It’s like a Mcdonalds going out of business, better for the waistline, not so good for the people who work there. We need viable healthy snack and food companies. Stupid economy.

Voting Mess

I don’t care who you vote for.

We’re supposed to be a civilized country. And we happen to be in the business of spreading democracy around the world, whether other people want it or not. Be careful we might get some of our democracy on you. Why the hell can’t we have a unified voting system, that makes this mess simple, and easy. both to cast and to recount if needed. We need transparency and accountability.

Just sitting in the office listening to stories around the country of people on both sides of the aisle complaining about intimidation, unfair practices, machines picking the wrong people. Come on. ONE system. This is 2012, i can ship and track a package from almost anywhere in the world. I can talk to 10 people at once via video in 10 different locations… FOR FREE. and we can’t get voting done right?



Politics as usual

Coffee Break thought of the day:

Seriously can’t wait for the election to be over. The culture of extremist commentary and reactions is beyond annoying. I don’t care what party you are. I know if you lead a discussion with calling the other side a name you’re beyond a rational discussion, and beyond the scope of my interest.

If you have pet names for the other party, candidate or policy I don’t want to hear from you. If you get all your news from one source, and consider it infallible, you have a problem. You need to shop around, outside of the sphere of influence you agree with. using the tenants of Post modernist anthropology we must all agree that everyone has a bias, and only meaningful discussion can come after people admit their bias and speak with care. Read the other people’s stuff. If they make cogent arguments, and you are unable to even consider the possibility that they may have a point, on anything. you are doing politics wrong. Good day sir.

walking the dog


getting yourself up in the morning putting on your shoes I just walking out the door to walk a dog without any kind of preparation tends to lead to some interesting conversations with your self. for instance why have a dream about people you barely know, haven’t seen in years. and in the dream which seems real, horrible things are happening these people so real and so horrible when you have to wake up you for spending time checking to see if it is real. the events seem horrible but they seem plausible it seems oddly familiar. Like I vaguely remember hearing them but they are completely and utterly false. where do these stories come from why pick these characters? because they truly are characters they’re not the real people not even gross approximations of the people they bear the name of. anyway this is the stuff I think about, when I walk the dog before I have my coffee

Consider then

If you think I’m weird, you should consider what I haven’t shared.
If you think I’m offensive consider the things I haven’t said.
If you think i’m wrong, consider at least I cared.
If you think I’m Stupid, consider this subject dead.

If you think I’m interesting consider what I’ve yet to do.
If you think I’m talented, consider what I have yet to make,
If you think I’m tired, consider what I’ve been through,
And if you think I’m real, consider what would be fake.

I choose not to think of myself as any of those things, good or bad. I’m just me. Spending too much time considering, or worrying about what you think, or how I seem doesn’t get me anywhere. but from time to time things pop up and exceptions need to be made. So Consider all things, and throw out what doesn’t help.

We aren’t one person, we are a house of mirrors seen from all sides. Each person sees a little of themselves in you, each person looks at you through their own experiences, by the light of their life. So no matter what you think you are, they will see you differently. try to be the best you you can be. And leave it at that.

Advice from a relativist

On the day that I got married my cousin pulled me aside and said to me. “On my wedding day your grandfather told me ‘Never to go to bed without telling your wife you love her at least once.’ It won’t make anything easier or harder, but its a good start.” So then he says. “I know your grandfather can’t be here today, so consider this his gift to you, from me.”

Now tell me, does valentines day really need to be overly done up, or should you be doing little things every day?

Better lucky

This year I am thankful for airbags. And more than anything for the ability to walk away from that crash… All the surgeries, pain, and discomfort are nothing compared to the ability to hold my family close.

Put it this way, if we had picked a different car, it might not have taken the side impact. If we didn’t have 9 inches of ground clearance the other car would have hit me instead of going under us for the most part. If so many little things had been different I might not be able to write this today. So yes aging shoulder surgery sucks, even more so missing work, and being laid up for a month sucked. But by Christmas I’ll be able to take the sling off, and give my family a huge hug. And for all that I’m thankful.

No snark this year just gratitude.

The fog

Today is a foggy day here in Philadelphia. On the left you see my normal view of the invasion. On the right is that same invasion today. No less ominous surely, but man alive can that white wall bring you down.

Fog is a funny beast, it makes you think that the world doesn’t exist beyond it’s veil. that by walking through it you can watch world be created, and scenery destroyed as it passes out of view. A floating orb of self, a pathway through your day. Even in this connected world we live in where electronic signals reach out and bring data back from beyond the veil I am quite certain that everything is gone beyond that curtain. Anything else but this tiny little office is a myth. The people who come in from the veil must surely be fake, or plants.

These are the thoughts I think when i have too much time on my hands and coffee in my veins. Every single time we have a foggy day like this the same thought comes back to me, rushing in like the thick walls of clouds pressing in on my brain. Maybe you’ll remember this little vision the next time the world closes in around you.